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arrrnatey
am i here, in these chevron evergreen stockings with little grips all along them? I find a lightness in my strides,an almost floating feeling I cheated death. It seems; my body left behind, I possess spirit autonomy freed from the corporeal I was forced to reside...
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
winters a ghost